STELLA...

It was past midnight.You could hear the winds cry and scream in an unusual way. Henry, a guy who was excused late from work was walking down the damp street. He was calm until he saw a woman scurrying down a hill in front of him. When the woman saw Henry, she stopped. There was moment of silent. Both of them stood their without moving. The woman was wearing a red coat, black stockings, black shoes, black gloves and a black hat.

Henry took a step forward.

The woman did not move. He took another step forward. She still did not move. Then he walked towards her and asked "May I help you in anyway, madam?"

"Yes." she answered. "I am lost.I do not know this street. Nothing is familiar. Can you please help me." "Ok, so where do you live and what is your name?"asked Henry. "My name is Stella Robin, and I live on 100 Wood acre street, building number 28, apartment 1254, 12th floor." Well Henry knew where 100 wood acre street was, in fact, he lived their, except he lived in building 27 not 28. He took her home. Stella thanked him, and when she was about to enter, Henry asked, "May I take you to dinner tomorrow night." Hoping the answer would be yes, Stella looked back, smiled, and said "Pick me up at 7:00 pm." She entered in. Henry grinned and went back to his home..

The next evening, at 6:50 pm, he went to Stella's house.12th floor, apt.1254. He knocked at the door and a old woman answered it. "Yes.How may I help you?" exclaimed the old lady.

"Well hello.You must be Ms.Robin.Stella's mom." "Yes!" said the laid astound. "How did you know?" "Well I am looking for Stella. You see I met her yesterday and we decided to have dinner today. May I meet her?" But instead of letting him in, he stared at him astonishingly. "S-Et-S-Stella?" she stammered. "Yes Stella." said Henry. She let him in. Inside their as beautiful picture of Stella. "Wow she looks so beautiful in this painting. When was it taken?"exclaimed Henry. The lady answered, "20 years ago. When she died in a car accident....